Chapter 14
Enzo
I’ve got to admit, this timid little bird has sucked me right in.
There’s something about him that calls to me.
At first, I thought I just wanted to have fun with him, but after seeing those scars, I find myself relating on a visceral level.
All I want to do is protect him. And some egotistical part of me, deep inside, loves the idea of someone obsessed over me.
I’ve had many men want me over the years, but they’ve never been desperate for me.
Constantine is so willing. So giving. So fucking eager. It’s such a turn on that I wouldn’t stop this even if my house were burning down around us.
I bite my bottom lip and my eyes flutter closed when Constantine curls his tongue around the head of my cock, swiping up a bead of pre-cum.
Fuck me. There’s something addictive about him.
He’s so new to this, and for me to be his first?
Yeah, I’m fucking eating it up. I’m quickly growing obsessed with him.
My body shudders when he starts to suckle my tip like he had with my thumb. I look down at him. He still has those wide blue eyes pinned on me, probably seeking approval more than checking to see if I’m enjoying myself.
“Mmm, that feels fucking nice. You have such a pretty mouth.”
Constantine pulls off and smiles shyly, but his confidence is boosted when he fists me and gives my cock a few tugs. “I like the way you taste and smell,” he says.
Usually, I wouldn’t fool around before a shower, especially after the workout I’d had today, but he asked for it. He was very clear about what he wanted.
He runs his tongue from the base and up my length to the tip.
He licks me everywhere, worshiping me. Talk about firsts.
No dude has ever just worshiped my cock like this, either.
They’d suck it down, get me off, and then we were done.
But this? This is reverence. Yeah, I can definitely get on board with this.
“You’re so good with your mouth. Worship my cock, baby.”
Baby?
Yeah, I’m fucked.
I bend down and lift him under his pits to stand. “Get naked and into that shower.”
“Do you think the gym will allow us to fool around in the ring? Like… how I imagined it after you have a fight and are all… sweaty?”
I pull him against me, my palm splayed across his back, his scars rough in my palms. It makes me want to fucking hurt something.
Instead of uselessly lashing out at the world, I lean forward and take his lips in mine.
I can’t just fuck him and mess with him.
As much as I’d love to just fuck his face right now, someone like Constantine should experience care and tenderness.
I’m not sure where this side of me comes from.
It’s not like I’m sentimental or even that kind, but he clearly has needs, and he’s been hurting for too damn long.
“Yeah, I think I can arrange something.”
He rests his hands on my chest, looking up at me full of longing, and his smile is so wide. “I’d like that.”
“Good, now get naked. Don’t make me tell you again.”
Constantine doesn’t stop smiling when he pulls away and scrambles to remove his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear.
I’m a little disappointed that those gorgeous tattoos don’t travel to his thighs, though he has some ink on his back.
He may be thinner, smaller, and not as muscular, but he has a stunning body.
He tries to take care of it. But fuck, those tattoos…
I’m still in awe of the artwork. He’s a walking, talking canvas.
I take his hand and pull him into the glass and stone-tiled shower stall with me. The first thing I fixed up in this house when I bought it was the bathroom. I wanted a large tub to soak in after a long workout, and a shower that was relaxing to be in.
The water is hot and cascades over us as Constantine just stands there with his hands fisted at his side as if he doesn’t know what to do, and I suppose he doesn’t.
“Will you have sex with me now? Can you be inside me?” he blurts.
I grab him, flip him around, and push him against the stone wall. I punch my hips against him so he feels my cock between the crease of his ass. “As much as I would love to be in that virgin hole of yours, no. You’re not ready for that.”
“I am. I use a plug all the time.”
“Holy hell, Con. You’re going to kill me. That’s hot. I’d love to see your ass filled with a plug. But you’re still not ready.”
“Please?”
I step back, and the palm of my hand glides over his wet, bubbly ass, then I graze my finger over his crease, dipping inside until the tip of my finger rolls over his puckered hole, which he clenches shut.
His body shudders, and a groan slips out of him.
I watch his face closely from the side. His eyes are closed, and his lips are parted.
“You like that, Little Bird?”
“Mhmm…”
“Look at you melting at my very touch. So responsive. So beautiful.”
His eyes pop open to look at me. “Y-you think I’m beautiful?”
“Yes.”
“No one’s ever called me that.”
“Then they’re fucking idiots.”
I push my finger harder against his hole, but I don’t penetrate him.
His eyes close again as he gets lost in the feeling of someone else touching him there.
I remember my first time, fumbling in secrecy, quickly fist pumping our cocks, no time for kisses or touches.
At the time, I thought it’d been the best thing ever, but looking back, it was pretty pathetic.
Maybe if we hadn’t needed to hide our sexuality, we wouldn’t have had to rush it, and it could’ve been better.
This is how it should’ve been.
I move away from him and grab the conditioner. “Don’t move,” I order him.
He does exactly as he’s told, as I knew he would.
I pour some conditioner into my hand, cupping a glob in my palm, and lean back into him, my front pressing against his back.
Then, I take my hand covered in conditioner and fist his length.
The damp air soon fills with my favorite scent of citrusy bergamot and spice.
Constantine cries out. Damn. If only all men were as responsive during sex.
I slowly pump him, gliding easily over his hard, velvety cock.
“Do you like being stroked by me, baby?”
“Yeah…”
“You’re being so good for me. So fucking hot.”
I move my hand a little faster and tighter. Constantine curls his fingers into his palms and drops his head, watching me get him off. I swipe my thumb over the flushed head, pulling out a loud groan.
“Oh, god,” he breathes. “That’s… I like watching you touch me.”
I nip his ear and say, “You have such a pretty cock. Sometime soon, I’ll suck it down and swallow your cum. Do you want that?”
“S-so much.”
I thrust my cock against his crease and slide my hand along his length faster. “And one day, I’ll be inside you, fucking you, breeding you, filling you up with so much cum, you’ll think I’ve made you pregnant. That’s what you want, right?”
“P-please.” His voice is hoarse and high-pitched with need.
And that does it. Constantine comes in about a minute flat from when I first touched him. Hot, creamy jets pump onto the wall and over my hand as he mumbles and groans incoherently, his fingers curling over the smooth, stone tiles.
I’m still holding his pulsing cock with one hand, and my other hand is on his chest, feeling his heart beating wildly against my palm. He shouldn’t feel this right against me, but he does.
Then his body sags, and a whine escapes him. “Ugh, so fast. I’m… I’m sorry. That was lame. At least it wasn’t as fast as the last time.”
Why am I kissing his cheek to reassure him? “The last time was sexy as fuck. And this time, too. You come so beautifully. It doesn’t matter that it was fast. There will be other times.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Did you not enjoy it?”
“I did… so much.”
“Then time doesn’t matter.”
“Okay.”
“Now turn around and get on your knees, Little Bird.”
Constantine instantly obeys and sits on his legs with his hands on his lap. He looks up at me with eager-to-please eyes as the shower pours water on his back.
When I start stroking myself, he chuffs at me and drops his brow low. “I want to do that.”
I grin at him and shrug. “I thought you wanted cum on your face.”
A huge smile spreads across his face. “Oh! Yes. I really want that.”
I don’t take my time as I rapidly pump, aiming my cock right at his face. Constantine doesn’t move an inch, focusing on every move I make, watching my hand glide, twist, and coast over the tip of my cock.
It doesn’t take long for the pressure to build and the tingling to spread up my spine. “Get ready,” I warn.
He tips his head up and closes his eyes, so eager to have one of his wishes granted.
Suddenly, pure pleasure builds and shoots out of me.
White-hot spurts, spatter, and paint Constantine’s face.
He smiles and spreads my cum over his skin like fucking lotion.
It’s all in his hair and clings to his beard and eyebrows.
There’s no denying that marking him like this is sexy as fuck.
Again, all sense leaves me as I ease onto my knees in front of him, cup his face with my hands, and lick his cheek. A high-pitched sound escapes him as he digs his fingers into my arms.
When I pull away, his eyes are still shut, like he’s reliving what just happened between us. Then I kiss him, forcing my tongue into his mouth so he can taste me. He also grabs my face as we consume each other.
When we come up for air, his eyes slowly slide open, and he wears a stupid and crooked grin on his face.
“You like that, Little Bird.”
“I want more.”
“You were so good for me. You obey so well.”
“I want to be.” His face pinks, and he gnaws on his bottom lip, which is becoming a common occurrence. Yeah, I want more of these reactions. So cute. So innocent.
“You are.”
“D-do you like me yet?”
Something untangles deep inside me. It untwists and softens just for him. “Very much.”
And I do. I shouldn’t like or trust him, but I can’t help it. He’s easy to like. Maybe it’s as simple as relating to him, but I think there’s more to it. Perhaps because he wants to give everything to me so badly and to find love. He needs it. And just maybe he deserves it.
I stand and help him up, then I grab the washcloth, wet it, and gently clean his face, making sure the cum doesn’t get tangled in his beard and hair.
Fuck, he’s like a wet puppy, desperate to be cared about.
He accepts everything that I do to him, filled with so much faith.
He shouldn’t trust anyone, but he does me.
There’s no denying that it’s an addicting feeling having someone look up to you like that.
Constantine was beaten down for so long, when all he wanted was a little love.
To be told he was worth it. The lack of it clouded his mind, deluded him into believing that he was giving back the love he never got to those he killed.
I’m not sure where to go with that, or if I should even bother.
But I do want to bother. That’s another side of him I understand. That need to want to help someone who’s crying out for it in their painful silence. Except I won’t kill him, unlike what he does to others.
Once his face is clean and our bodies are fully washed, I cup his face between my hands once again because he likes it, and I give him a sweet, gentle kiss.
Usually, I enjoy rough and raunchy sex, but I have this need to be delicate with him.
He may want the same things I do, and I’ll give him what he desires, but I’ll also give him moments of care and tenderness.
“I will find them and kill them,” he blurts as soon as I pull away.
“Who?”
“Those who hurt your Enrique. They will pay in blood. I swear it.”
Constantine went from adoration to a raging fire in seconds.
I want to tell him no. I want him to stay away from the Da Costas. They’ll eat him alive. Then again, he’s spent five years killing people without the cops even knowing who he is. His only mistake was choosing the wrong person this time. Perhaps he could pull it off.
No. I don’t want him to die.
I pinch his chin firmly, but not to hurt him. “I could chain you up to my bed so you don’t run off and get yourself killed.”
He visibly shudders and shuts his eyes.
“Like that, do we?”
“I would very much like to be tied up, but not for that. You’re mine. I protect what’s mine. They hurt you, so they will pay.”
His obsession with me fuels my soul. I can’t begin to explain how much I’m into it. I know obsession can be dangerous, but I don’t care. I’m dangerous myself. “You don’t kill out of anger, Little Bird.”
“I won’t be killing out of anger. I’ll kill out of love.”
Love? Holy hell, I’m in fucking trouble, but I don’t exactly dissuade him either. “We barely know each other. Are you sure you know what love even is? People don’t fall in love within days.”
He looks me dead in the eye, so full of certainty and confidence. I swear he’s a roller coaster. One minute, he’s meek and submissive, and the next, he’s defiant and seemingly strong. “They do if they’re soulmates.”
Yep, I’m in trouble.
And I don’t give a fuck.
I tug him out of the shower stall, grab a fluffy towel, and dry him off as I air-dry. Once I’m done, I lift him into my arms and carry him into my bedroom.
“Sleep. We’ll talk more about this later.”
His smile was dreamy. Up and down, I tell ya. “Y-you’re letting me stay the night?”
“I am.”
I ease him into the bed before crawling in next to him, lying on my back. Constantine doesn’t just curl into my side, but he rolls on top of me like a fucking blanket. His entire body is sprawled on my chest and stomach, his legs falling next to my thighs.
What the hell?
My arms are at my sides, not sure what to do with this new development. Constantine must truly be touch-starved.
“Thank you, Angel.”
“Angel?”
“Yep, you’re an angel. It’s what I call you in my head. Is that okay?”
I swallow the lump in my throat, feeling oddly emotional over this little killer, much like I had when I first noticed his scars. He’s clearly making me his. If I let this go on any longer, I’ll need to be okay with this obsession of his.
Constantine nestles his face into my throat, his hot breath making things extra steamy, and not necessarily in a comfortable way. I need to remind myself that he’s not like other guys. He has unique needs. But can I fulfill those needs? Should I?
I’m not sure I can sleep this way, but instead of easing him off me, I wrap my arms around his back, my fingers tracing along the few fucking cigarette scars on his back. Soon his body grows heavy, and his breathing settles into sleep.
What went from toying with him suddenly branched out into something so much more, and over the course of only a few days. I don’t want to think too hard about what’s happening between us, so I can try to get some sleep.